Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Across the room I felt it:
The stare of one who could no
Longer see, empty sockets,
a weathered face, discolored
and blistered by time. No name
labeled his likeness, simply

"Bust of a Man" but I knew
Him, somehow, some way. His stare
Drew me back like a magnet:;
Hearing the echoes of past
Wisdom and lost love as though
The memories were my own.

Caren E. Salas

(an ekphrastic poem inspired by "Bust of a Man"
found at the Getty Villa in Malibu, CA)


  1. yeah the eyes kept dragging me back...nice play on the 'bust' of a man...i have felt a bust many a day...

  2. Amazing how blank sockets and stare so intently. Beautifully captured piece.

  3. Lovely poem, very poignant.

  4. Art, especially great art, draws something out of us, in this case the common humanity we all share. Good poem.

  5. yeah - some of those statues seem to be able to stare at us and even if they are just statues and the air of history and life clings to them..nice to meet you caren

  6. I know this feeling...its hard to explain...but you did! Vb